Thankful

A little over a week ago, I was giving my girls their Saturday evening baths. The boys were downstairs playing, my husband was bow hunting with a friend. I took the girls out of the bath and began to dry them when my phone rang. It was my husband. This was not unusual as he always calls after he shoots something or when he is headed home. The words he spoke this time were different. He had fallen, 40 feet to be exact. The tree he was sitting in had been hit by lightening earlier in the year causing the top tree peg to come lose.

I took this picture yesterday

As I walked behind my family (carrying Ashlynn) I thought how fortunate we are to still be a family of 6.

People don't fall 40 feet and walk away from it.

My husband did.

Last week I should have been living at the hospital or planning a funeral. But I wasn't, life was normal with the exception of my husband being at home resting his sore body.

Many people have tried to justify why he wasn't hurt worse... "it was the backpack full of clothes", "the way he landed" or "the fork in the tree he hit that slowed him down".

I know the truth: It was God! It wasn't luck. He is alive today because of God. God is not done with him. I do not know what God has in the future for our family. But I do know, we are thankful for the opportunity to find out.

What ever you are doing today, where ever God has called you, take the time to thank God for the special people in your life. You never know when God might call them home.